Chapter 41: Bullying You, Just Because

At night.

In her sleep, Ali drifted in and out of consciousness, her mind flickering with countless images.

Within her dream, she found herself in a small fishing village. Beside her was a girl about her own age, but no matter how hard Ali tried, the girl's face remained a blur, impossible to discern.

Each day, the two of them would go down to the shore to gather clams and shellfish, their days passing in a tranquil rhythm...

“Xiuer, why don’t you apprentice under Master Chu Xingyun? I’m telling you, this Teacher Tang is just so dull, there’s nothing interesting about him.” At that moment, Xu Mushan finally spoke, her tone one of earnest advice.

The man with the hooked nose twisted his lips in frustration. Infuriating! He could have won the bid for twenty million, but the chance had been ruined by the other party.

That evening, Tang Feng and his companions found an inn to stay the night. Early the next morning, Tang Feng handed Cheng Shaozong the black robe, conical hat, and mask he had bought. He and Ji Hua dressed themselves in the same garb.

In recent years, Baizhu’s business had flourished. Every investment brought a return, and the success of the space rescue project had propelled him to new heights.

“Shadowless Acceleration, Flame Imbuement, Lightning Imbuement, War Cry, Heart of Valor, Arcane Empowerment.” One after another, she unleashed a series of abilities to augment herself. In a flash, Claudia darted forward, her Dragon-Sealing Sword trailing arcs of light as she launched the powerful combat skill, Shadow Slice.

The master of the Demon-Subduing Tower, Xiong Tongtian, struck at once. Three immense stone tablets hovered behind him—this was the tower’s most formidable technique, the Demon-Subduing Divine Tablets. There were nine in all, each infused with vast demon-quelling intent. As the three appeared, they shot forward, entwining the colossal flaming serpent.

Sensing two probing gazes upon him, Ji Chenxi lifted his eyes and swept them over, his sharp stare making the two observers instinctively shrink back.

Ji Chenxi’s thoughts, which had only just regained composure, knotted with confusion once more. His expression grew deeper and more unreadable as Qin Anan’s bold gesture unsettled him further.

He hadn’t expected the man, even in his muddled state, to remember the wound on her hand. Qin Anan’s heart warmed, and she replied in a gentle, quiet voice.

By now, the wine in Brother Hu’s wound had lost its color. Lin Baitang stopped pouring, asked Tang Yuan for the medicinal powder, sprinkled a thin layer over the wound, then carefully wrapped it in gauze.

Given the circumstances, Aman couldn’t understand why Wang Chao would suggest running away. Was he worried that after the tribe’s victory, the three of them would be put in jeopardy?

A home with surplus grain brings peace of mind—this is an eternal truth, no matter the era. However, this also led to a new problem: there was now too much rice bran piling up.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She kicked a pebble on the road, then squatted down in a huff, furiously plucking at the grass to vent her frustration.

Xiang Yingyi’s pained expression eased as Ye Muchen crushed the spider in his hand and tossed it out of the room.

Even as she rubbed her temples, struggling to recall, her memory stalled at Meng Zhenghui supporting her, with only a fleeting flash before she fainted—a single phrase whistling through her mind.

Nevertheless, prolonged immersion in the lake formed of pure vitality brought her great benefit.

Weren’t they supposed to be busy with something? Why was she being told to hunt soul beasts now? And wasn’t Ali in quite a hurry?

Beneath her feet, the Sands of Time shimmered like pearls—each grain round and lustrous, reflecting light in a way that was utterly mesmerizing.

As Han Hu spoke, his voice gradually faded away, until it was silent. Lin Baitang looked over—he had already begun to breathe evenly in sleep.

Who knows how much time had passed before Changmen felt himself arrive at a strange place, the surroundings jutting out into thick mists. In the eyes of many, this was a place utterly inaccessible.

Yan Xiaoxiao shook her head in panic. Was it the gentle light, or the warmth in the air? Why had she said such things to him? She must be mad, Yan Xiaoxiao told herself.